In the great stone circus, under the June sun
Men, seated on the ground, defied fate
It was yesterday and it is due I'm so far away
I remember it
A spring like any other than that of Beijing
Whose fault is it if we don't say anything more about it? ?
It was yesterday, what will we do with it tomorrow?
What will we do with it tomorrow?
By enduring the blows
Y has cries that we no longer hear
Voices that no longer have any other outlet
Only to curse without saying a word
By dint of hating madmen
There are men who lift their chains
Dying perhaps, but standing
A tien an men
A joy birth muzzled, mutilated
Of its revolution that we did not listen to
It's Yet it was yesterday, it's already forgotten
But it's nothing
If the body is defeated, the flame still burns
br/>That nothing will ever quench the pitfall of his soul
It is still today and it will be tomorrow
And it will be tomorrow
By enduring the blows
There are men who break their chains
Die perhaps, but stand up
A tien an men

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